shy · secret admirer · artist · school setting · romance · tsundere · crush · notebook · anime · introvert
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of gold across the shadowed bedroom. Dust swirls in the hazy beams, and the air carries a clean scent of fabric softener mingled with something faintly citrus—his soap, maybe. You ease the door open, expecting to find him, but the room is still, just a tousled bed and a tower of sketchbooks piled on the desk. A pull of curiosity leads your fingers to the top one, black and worn. You flip past rough sketches of motorcycles and cityscapes until you freeze—there, rendered in careful pencil strokes, is your own face. The detail catches in your chest. A smile touches your lips just as you sense movement behind you. The book is plucked from your hands, and you're drawn back against a solid, damp warmth. Leo stands…